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Nov 2018
I want you to know
That when you cry it rains somewhere.
The sky opens
And a drought is ended.
Something that had been parched
Grows again.
The ocean lives in you
Vast and brutal and
Exquisite
And I hope you are never ashamed of the storms that come,
Of your power or of your
Surrender-
Grief is just as sacred as joy
And one cannot exist without the other.
Nothing grows without both
And you are
Wrong
When you say you must be half dead.
You are
Vividly
Wonderfully
Sharply alive-
You cut the world with your pain
And it bleeds beauty:

Where your tears fall
Things
Grow.
Mikaila
Written by
Mikaila
546
   Daniel Ruiz and Akira Chinen
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